Edwin went to go visit with friends today. He's down in Lebanon and I'm here. He left the car for me, which is nice, and he deserves some down time because he's been working so much. Heck, he's even going to be working while he's there.
But a Saturday without him, I find I'm lonely. Incredibly lonesome. There had been talk of a couple friends coming to visit but it's not worked out. I clearly need to find friends or a hobby or something. The desire to call him and ask if we can come down is overwhelming. It's like an empty place in my chest. A physical longing.
Sad, how many other people get like this? I'm guessing not many. I need a life.